This is my first submission ever. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. There is no sex in this chapter. Maybe in the next one. Enjoy.
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The bar had an odd name.
Fang's Kiss.
The bar was at the end of the main road, away from the center of the city. It sat on a deserted stretch of land, with old warehouses and broken down apartments.
At first glance it had looked deserted, but then Sophia had noticed the movement inside. From the window, it looked like it was almost full.
She hesitated at the corner.
Fang's Kiss
was odd, that much she knew. It wasn't a scary odd, but just an odd that interested her and made her want to stay as far away from the place as she could.
Sophia walked to the bottom of the walkway and paused again. She almost turned and went to go find someplace else. Bust she shook it off and continued up the walkway and opened the door.
She felt a gust of warm air as she walked in, she heard the quiet hum of the patron's voices. Then silence. If felt as if everything had stopped when she walked in. Every eye was on her as she closed the door.
This isn't a regular bar,
she thought. There was no music playing and everyone was deathly quiet. No one moves, they just sat and stared at her. She smiled sheepishly at them and started to move to the bar.
As her eyes swept the room, she notices that everyone was in groups of two's or three's. All of them were pale and wore dark colored clothing. Their eyes seemed to reflect what little light was there.
Sophia slipped off her jacket and hung it over her arm as she moved to the bar. Still no one moved. Their eyes were locked on her, following her every movement. Sophia sat down in one of the bar stools, with her back to the room. Slowly the conversations started again. She knew they were talking about her, the new arrival.
She waited for the bartender to make his way down to where she sat. She resisted the urge to turn around and stare back into the curious eyes glued to her back. The bartender reached her and brought her out of her thoughts.
"What'll ye have?" he asked.
"Bloody Mary," she answered.
He stared at her for a moment with a strange look on his face, and then turned away. She watched as he mixed the drink and sat it in front of her, trying to figure out what the look was for. Giving up, she raised the glass to her lips, and realized he was still standing there, watching her.
"yer not from 'round here, are ye?" he asked.
"No, I just moved here to take care of my dad. How could you tell?" she asked.
He paused for a minute. "Because the locals stay away from here. We dunnot allow visitors."
"You don't
ALLOW
visitors? Why? Is this some private 'members only' bar?" she asked, confused.
"Ye could say tha."
Sophia sat surprised for a moment. "I'm very sorry, I didn't know," she smiled at him shyly. "I'll just leave then .How much is the drink?" she asked as she started to get up.
"Dunna worry about it. Drinks on tha house. When ye finish it, ye can leave."
"Thank you."
The bartender leaned forward suddenly. He caught the collar of her shirt before she could move away. "Make sure," he whispered, so low she could barely hear him. "When ye leave go straight home, dunnot stop for anythin."
He released her shirt and abruptly moved away. She stared at him for a moment. Once again she raised her drink to her lips. She gulped it down ready to leave.
These people are crazy; I have got to get out of here.
She stood quickly, smiled at the bartender and turned to leave. When she turned around, she noticed that everyone had gathered in one large group towards the back.
That's strange,
she thought.
I didn't even hear them move.
Once again everyone was staring at her. She put her jacked on and moved towards the door.
She could feel their eyes watching her as she went.
"Excuse me."
Sophia turned and looked towards the voice.
A tall black haired man had stood and started making his way over to where she stood. He was tall, much taller than her small 5'2" frame. His hair was long, and shaggy. He had beautiful green eyes. He wore a band t-shirt under a black blazer with silver buttons, and dark jeans. He moved smoothly over the floor, as if her were floating instead of walking. His movements reminded her of a jungle cat on the prowl.
Everyone had stopped again, and was staring at her. Even the bartender was looking at her with intense concentration. As she met his eyes, he seemed to be telling her to just leave. She shook it off again,